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Saturday, June 2nd, 2007
6:21 pm - The Finer Points of Torture (Closed to Pepper)
((Note: This is a thread for RP in Tenebrae Nostro. It takes place not long after a thread in which Pepper witnessed Deacon torturing another vampire named Janos for information.))

Frost glanced at his hands before grasping the doorknob to his penthouse and turning it. Most people would have had to meticulously wash their hands of the blood and gore associated with torturing the life out of some fuckshit before re-entering their home. Usually, unless you were a sick fuck, you didn't want to carry such dirty work home and stain the more pleasant side of your life with it. Some might call Frost a sick fuck, but he liked to keep his pleasant things pleasant and his dirty things dirty. Everything had it's place.

He, however, did not have to wash and scrub his hands. The blood and even the gore had been absorbed into him. Why? Because he was the goddamn blood god, that was why. Blood was his game, his pur-fucking-view, his life. Even the crap on his clothes had been sucked into him. There wasn't a trace of Janos the Unnamed Vampire who, as they say, 'spilled the beans' without even saying a damn word. The only reason his clothes needed washing at all was the ash. The bitch had burned down his club. How fucking rude. No use crying over spilled blood, though. He certainly never had. The club would be repaired within the week and open for business in another month. Did he care that they knew where it was? Not really. It was just another hole in the wall for vampires to go and get their bloody jollies, owing it all to him. And if they died...it was their own damn fault. No big loss.

He threw open the door before him and strolled right into the place, stripping clothing as he went. Frost wanted to plop somewhere and kick up his feet. It had been a long night, but a good night. Amelia had even arrived just in time to see her precious baby die horribly. Oh, correction, in time to put two shots in his computer. Nice.

Plop he did, too, in nothing but his boxers on the sofa facing the TV. Did he feel like watching television in the early hours of the morning? Sure, why not. He grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. Then he proceeded to flip until he found something violent, crank up the volume, and lay back to enjoy the sounds of death and destruction. Fuck, he wasn't even watching it. His head was back and his eyes were closed. It made damn good background noise, though.

He wondered when Pepper would get back. Hell, he wondered if she was already here. God he hoped so. He wanted to spend some off the clock time with her.

(33 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Sunday, February 25th, 2007
2:36 am - Movies These Days...
Ghost Rider WTF (a little spoilery)Collapse )

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Sunday, January 21st, 2007
12:38 am - Bizarre Dreams (Nexus Storyline)
My Body is not for your taking, La Magra.

The person standing in front of him was Leela, but the voice wasn't hers. It was a strange, lilting language that he understood but on some level knew was not English. Her body was surrounded by a sillouette of white light. He on the other hand seemed stuck in the darkness that bore a reddishe hue.

"Jesus, Leela. What the fuck are you talking about?"

Yet even as he said it, he felt lust growing within him. God, he needed her. He needed to fuck her. Deacon wanted to take her and fornicate until it was impossible to do so any more. There was nothing romantic about this lust; it was purely physical. It was also overcoming him, trying to drive all reason from his mind. The more he looked at her, the more he wanted to make her his, to take her as she forbade him from doing. And why not? She was his lover. This was normal. Wasn't it?

You shall not use my body to sire your child born of darkness and light.

Child? What was she talking about? Frost didn't want children. It wasn't on his list of things to do with his life by a long shot. He wasn't a family kind of guy. Evil gods didn't have children. Evil gods just fucked the shit out of who they wanted to fuck the shit out of. Already, he was halfway to her and he didn't realize it. By this point, her eyes were glowing with something that could only be described as purity...not light. Light was just the best way his former mortal sensibilities could define it. Meanwhile, the light around her intensified with every step he took until he realized that he was taking steps. Fuck, he was harder than he had ever been in his life. Another step. Why didn't she want to? Another step. She liked being his, right? Another. Or was this his Leela?

"Child? Leela, you know I don't want kids. We've been over this." Jesus fucking Christ he was dying of this infernal lust. "Now come on, let's..." As he spoke, he was reaching out to touch her, caress that divinely glowing flesh. By this point she was nearly all that burning light of purity.


The world around him flared a bright white.

Frost jerked awake in his bed. If a god or a vampire could sweat, his sheets would be soaked. Instead, all was dry, all was quiet. He glanced at the clock. It was six in the afternoon. Since it was winter, he knew it would just be dark outside.


He reached up and palmed his eyes. Deacon hadn't had a nightmare in longer than he could fucking remember, and now in the past few weeks he'd been having this bitch of a recurring nightmare. There was a pup tent in the covers around where his waist should be. That was just as common. A recurring nightmare that left him hard as a rock every time. It was pathetic; Deacon Frost, La Magra, the Blood God...waking up so fucking hard and horny that he had to shuffle into the bathroom every night and take care of business before he could move on to other business. He hadn't even seen Leela in...too fucking long. Their schedules kept them apart more than most corporate white collar business people. Maybe that was why he was having this dream over and over.

"Yeah. She's my goddamn goddess, and I'm sexually frustrated. She's too good for me so she pushes me away. Thank you, that'll be five hundred bucks. Fuck you."

Somehow, his wit failed to impress him or Mr. Happy. It also didn't explain the part about siring a child. That was something he knew for a goddamn fact that he didn't want to do conciously or subconciously. Where did that come from? Jesus.

Deacon reached out for his mobile phone. It was about time he ended this one way or the other. He at least had to see her. There was no way in hell he'd be shuffling awkwardly to the bathroom tonight. Dignity had to step in somewhere and say 'that's enough'. He had a lover. Hell, maybe she could use what powers she did have to tell him what the hell was going on. In all honesty, he wasn't sure which he wanted more: relief for his body or his mind. Either way, he brought her number up on the screen and hit 'Send'.

"Please don't be busy tonight, babe."

(28 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Friday, October 13th, 2006
2:07 am - Nexus: Vampire Again
((Precisely one week after previous RP))

It happened suddenly when Deacon was out on his balcony, drinking wine and looking up at the sky. One moment he was sipping the Merlot from his glass leisurely, the next he was choking and hacking it back out, dropping the glass so that it fell and broke on the cement far below. Meanwhile, he convulsed onto the floor of his balcony, jerking as though he were having a seizure. It felt like he was dying...and for all intents and purposes he was. All of his insides were liquifying into pure blood again before reforming as faux organs so that he could still pretend to do things like eat. He could feel it in his head, the triumphant crescendo of La Magra awakening once again. And it felt fucking wonderful.

"Yes! Jesus, it's been long enough!"

And it had. One week was not long to many, but to go from being a god to being a mortal was excrutiating. He felt so goddamn weak and slow. Hell, he stubbed his fucking toe and it actually hurt. That had pissed him off. So the reawakening of his internal god was a godsend, excuse the pun. As Deacon stood, he grinned and flexed his arm a little. It didn't look any different, but it felt different. He reached out and sucked a homeless bum dry of blood just by thinking about it. God it felt good to be La Magra again. With the same grin on his lips, he went back inside.

(18 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006
2:02 am - Returning: Nexus Deacon Storyline
Despite the vast amount of power at his disposal, even he was no match for the absolute climateless of space. It wasn't long before he could no longer stop his blood...which was his entire being...from freezing solid. Yet his mind was still active and he kept the sheath composed of the blood of a thousand Lobos intact. Frost knew that if he let that down, it would be the end of him. It was what kept him hurtling towards Earth and it was what stood between him and absolutely unfiltered UV radiation. Could it kill him? Could it kill a fucking blood god? Hell if he knew. He wasn't going to take the chance, and either way it would be extremely unpleasant. Re-entry was already going to fucking suck. He knew he was still on the right path, as he could feel his subjects becoming closer day by day, hour by fucking hour. More than that, he could feel Leela approaching closer. Her blood was in him, and his..for the moment...was in her. She was probably going to wonder just where the fuck he went. God fucking damn, their battle had had no clear winner, but Frost pretty much figured he was the bigger loser in the deal. There was no way to tell if the ship had exploded behind him or not since sound didn't travel in space, but it didn't matter. It was Lobo's ship and he'd pushed the button; he obviously had a way out. He couldn't believe that he'd been suckered into the absolute most dangerous environment for him, open space. Of course he was going to lose here...there was no night in fucking space. A space ship with windows provided piss poor cover from UV radiation and the vastness of space in a fight. He'd had to run like a bitch. Frost wasn't going to forget this; if their paths ever crossed again, he was going to fuck Lobo up on his own terms and in his own territory.

Time passed. Frost had no idea how much time, but it was more than enough for him to stew in his murderous thoughts of revenge and hatred. Then he felt it..the first pull of gravity. It pulled at him, but he also felt Leela's presence pulling at him as well. He angled himself towards her by feeling alone. They had shared blood and she was the mate of La Magra, such angling was nearly instinct. She was his only point of reference, his one thought and primary destination.

Scratch that. He had at least one other thought. This was going to hurt like a bitch, but he was just vindictive enough to do it anyway. Lobo obviously didn't get along so well with himself, so why not give him as many versions of himself as possible? Deacon released the blood around him, shooting it into space in a million different directions with enough force to throw it beyond Earth's gravitational pull. Some of it got caught and went down with him, of course, but enough went out and away. Hell, maybe it would clone other Lobos even as it burned in the atmosphere. He'd revel in the knowledge of that pain if it were so...but he had his own pain to worry about.

The UV radiation cut into him like billions of lancing bolts of agony...literally one lance for every cell of blood in him. Before he could really concentrate on that pain, though, he entered far enough into the gravitational field to begin freefall through the atmosphere. Fire erupted all over his body as he became an immortal meteorite aiming for Leela's location still based on in instinct and the irresistable pull of her blood. Skin peeled back from flesh and flesh sizzled and melted, flaking off as he hurtled downwards. The pain was excrutiating...more than any he could have ever known was possible. Yet he did not die. He couldn't die, and this was perhaps the one and only time in his life when he mindlessly wished for it. His mind was gone in the pain. He wasn't even a liquid to disperse and simply slowly come back together again, as the UV radiation...somewhat filtered sunlight now...held him trapped in his normal body which sloughed away from his bones. The bones were stronger, but from the neck down they began to burn, blacken, and shatter into fine powder from the force.

The only part of him to survive re-entry was his skull from the fanged upper jaw up. The lower jaw was lost in the fall with the rest of his skeleton. This fanged upper skull crashed through the window in Leela's house, sprinkling her and the room with glass as it thunked down fangs first into her bed. It stuck in that position, fangs imbedded into the mattress.

((This can be as much time after the Lobo incident as should be realistic and as needed. I just wanted to get it written and out there so Deacon could come into commission again as soon as possible. Also, I had some time to write it now. ^^ If it defies any rules of physics or science, I plead ignorance and creative license to Hollywood it. :P Thank you and goodnight!))

(78 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Friday, August 4th, 2006
12:04 am - LSNY: Post Trinity Encounter - Locked to Pepper
Frost patiently took the twenty minutes it now took to get into his own place because of all the security Pepper had immediately put in place after his tower was bombed. Normally he wasn't this patient, but in this particular instance such security was much appreciated. Jesus Christ, she hadn't even slept in setting it all up. She'd worked in some kind of obsessed, feverish state. While he'd let her do what she had to do (and what was in the best interest of them both), he had been worried. He was going to have to insist that she go to sleep after this chocolate. If she resisted, he'd find some way to wear her out.

He walked into the condo and glanced around. She wasn't in sight, but he could sense she was still awake. Shit, she was probably worried shitless. It had taken him too long to get the chocolate due to the encounter with the weird PVC lady and her friends in the suits.

"Hey, Pepper, I'm back. Got a lot of different shit, as I didn't know what you wanted. I hope something in this bag works." He knew he didn't have to worry about being heard. Either she was monitoring him on the security network or she was already rushing towards him.

(23 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Monday, June 5th, 2006
12:57 am
Frost returned to his place the next night. His name had at least gotten him a few results. Lobo was some alien biker that 'couldn't be killed'. Yeah, Deacon would see about that. Gods could kill whoever they damn well pleased. However, the thing that made this particular little endeavor harder was the fact that this guy was an alien. Frost had to search the entire universe for him. No, scratch that, the whole goddamn nexus. Odds were the guy wasn't even from his reality. Fucking hell.

He looked down and caught sight of Leela's note. For a moment he just looked at it, and then he picked it up and read it more closely. "If not me, then who the fuck else?"

Shaking his head, he pulled out his cell phone and looked at it. Well, he had promised to keep Cel in the whole deal. For the moment, Frost didn't care why she wanted to be protected from vampires or a vampire; he just wanted to find this Lobo and get this out of the way. Part of him looked forward to it and part of him was just pissed at having to do it.

He dialed Cel's number and held the phone up to his ear.

(30 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006
2:49 am - Homecoming (Locked to Leela)
Deacon sat in front of the fire he'd made. Normally he didn't really make fires. It was a human thing. But since he'd started seeing Leela, she kind of liked it every now and then so he figured what the fuck, right? Whatever makes her happy. He could justify being with her because she wasn't human..she was half god. That put her more on his level. Not that he thought about that often...but if she had been just human then he would have had some serious internal dissonence to work through. Yet she sure got nearly killed like a human. What would he have done if she had died? Jesus, he didn't fucking know.

The fire danced in the fireplace. It was almost hypnotic to watch. When the fuck was she going to be here? She was taking forever. Maybe it just felt like forever. He checked the clock over the mantle. No, it'd been a good twenty minutes since she called. Now he wondered if he should check on her. The thought never would have occurred to him before all of this, but fuck. Someone else could have come to fuck with her, or maybe the same guy. Hell, he almost wanted to go because he wanted this guy to be fucking with her so that he could find him and make him wish his dick had been chopped off when he was little so he could have sung in a choir instead of growing up to fuck with his woman and lose it...among other things...in much more painful ways.

He stood. Yeah, checking up on her suddenly sounded like a good idea...

current mood: pissed off

(27 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Friday, March 3rd, 2006
2:12 pm
Business called Deacon out of town for the week. Recently he'd made inroads towards establishing himself in Orange County, California. Now the bar that he'd bought out and remodeled into a club more in his own style was ready for its grand opening. Frost had already made a few vampires there to oversee the process of it's remodeling and management. Now he would make more. Eventually California too would be a place run by vampires. His vampires.

But first things first. He had to jump through the social hoops required in opening a club. That meant rubbing elbows with the cattle. Fuck. Well, at least he could take some pleasure in turning the best of them.

Leela had better not get herself fucking killed while he was gone//Nobody had better fuck with Pepper while he was gone this time.

((OOC: Out of town for the week starting tomorrow! Don't have too much fun without me. :P))

(50 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Sunday, February 26th, 2006
4:12 am - LSNY: Returning Home
Deacon rode the elevator back up into his personal quarters. It had been a full two weeks since he'd even stepped foot in the place. The three days that he had been whole he had spent enacting his revenge. That had been good for him. Hell, he was even over being so furious that he had been blown up. Fuck, he'd been pretty pissed off about that too. Nothing like eradicating a base of vermin to cheer one up. His trained squads of vampires had functioned beautifully. The hunters weren't even able to touch them. The thickest armor over the most sensitive areas made them almost invulnerable.

But Pepper wasn't going to be happy. He'd been gone for two fucking weeks and the first thing that can be vaguely attributed to him is a hunter base going up in flames. Only she wouldn't even recognize it as a base since it was framed as an FBI sting gone bad. Two weeks. She was probably either pissed off or worried that her vampire god lover was gone. He would have come back to let her know he was still alive, but he was rather single minded when it came to exacting revenge. After all, he couldn't return to her in the mood to maim or kill something. Well, he hoped that she had kept everything running smoothly in his absence at least. If anyone had questioned her authority or tried to take advantage of his absense, he'd make a fucking example out of them.

The elevator doors opened and he stepped out. If she was here, she'd know he was home already. There was no need to announce it.

(21 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Friday, February 24th, 2006
9:33 pm - OOC: Strengths and Weaknesses
I have updated Frost's bio to include a list of specific strengths and weaknesses. Look them over. Know them. Love them. Well, actually, just let me know if you have any thoughts or feedback on them. I'm playing a blood god here, so RPwise I am kind of walking on thin ice as far as godmoding goes sometimes. I've tried hard to be realistic and fair about his strengths while including ways to stop him, slow him down, and generally defeat him. Let me know if I've failed in any areas (or hopefully succeeded..that'd be nice to know too. ^^) or if you can think of another potential weakness (or strength..not ruling that out either).


The Mun

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
1:36 am
Frost was dressed fairly well for the evening. It was his usual solid black clubbing attire. He escorted a similarly well dressed Pepper along the street towards a hotel that had been shut down since he last was a non-taxpaying citizen of NYC. However, he'd discovered something almost by accident one night when chasing a minor mortal politician that he had been toying with through the doors...on the inside, it seemed to be a very active and very fucked up place. He'd killed the mortal (the little shit had tried to enforce zoning regulations on his clubs), and hadn't had time to do more than check it out briefly. Since he owed Pepper a nice dinner out, he figured they'd give this place a go. What the fuck, right?

"Yeah, I know it doesn't look like fuckin' much, but don't judge a book by it's cover, right?" He opened the door for her. It still looked like a dump where drug addicts came to shoot up in peace, but when they stepped in...

Well then it was something quite different.

(10 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Sunday, February 19th, 2006
11:07 pm - There Are Always Excuses, But Some Are Better Than Others


That was the front page header in the day's newspaper. The very next line was "But he should be". Deacon reclined in his chair, reading the paper with a bemused expression on his face. On the front page..the front fucking page..there was a nice large picture of a man with a really bad mullet...or what was left of one...lying on the pavement about a block from the hospital with a bunch of EMS personel around him preparing to move him to the nearby hospital. The poor bastard was a gruesome sight, and indeed some areas were intentionally blurred out for the sensitive audiences at home. Enough was there to show just exactly how broken the fucker was and to really make some members of those audiences wonder why this picture was allowed on the front page of the paper. Really, what the fuck was the world coming to?

The story went on to describe how the man had been found dumped on the street by the light of the early dawn. He was still inexplicably alive despite medical authorities later reporting that nearly every single bone in his body was broken. In many cases, they were more than broken; they were shattered. Fucking pulverized. It was obvious that he'd never walk again. Major organs had received substantial damage from the repeated blows his body had received. Lacerations and burns were to be found all over his body, some minor and others quite severe.

"His body will heal," one investigator was quoted as saying, "What we're more concerned about is his mind."

Apparently, the little shit would occasionally babble about vampires and then would lapse into full insanity as his mind slipped back into the past and he hallucinated that the paramedics were his tormentors, shouting suicidal entreaties like "PLEASE!!! PLEASE GOD, KILL ME!! JUST ****ING KILL ME ALREADY!!! OH GOD!!!" and then sobbing brokenly as he coughed up blood.

The rest of the report went on to mention how this same man had been taken in a few days before on assault and battery charges related to a recent brawl at a local bar. Authorities were investigating if this was somehow related to that, but they doubted it. However, it seemed that the bar was going to be closing down for renovations as it had in the past twenty four hours come under new ownership. The new owner, Deacon Frost, known for his ownership of the popular nightclub After Dark, was contacted for comment and had only this to say: "Hey, I just figured I'd expand a little and try my hand at a bar, you know? I hope I can make it a little safer than it was, if you catch my drift. Heard there was a woman that was hurt pretty bad in that brawl. I just want to run a business that's safe for people like her to come out to and get a few drinks at without fear of getting attacked." The bar was expected to open again under its new ownership within three months.

Deacon tossed the paper into the trash, shaking his head. What the fuck was the world coming to, indeed?

current mood: amused

(46 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Friday, February 10th, 2006
12:46 am
So I hosed down a room full of nuns with a machine gun tonight. One of those things on that list of Things To Do Before I Die, only I ain't gonna die so I guess it's just things I want to accomplish. It was kinda fun. Also pretty cathartic. But mostly fun. Then I went found two more rooms and did it to them too. Can't have too much of a good thing, right?

List of Things To Do Before I Die

1) Sacrifice Blade to an evil god in an arcane pagan ritual
1) Become said god (La Magra, the Blood God)
2) Hose down a room full of nuns with a machine gun. X3

current mood: pissed off

(44 Sips | Drink Some Blood)

Wednesday, February 8th, 2006
1:59 am - Who's up for a round of stupid questions?
This is fucking stupid, but I said I'd put it up. If anyone actually wants to answer these questions, go ahead. Just ignore the fact that some of them are stupid questions.

1. Your Name:
2. Are we friends?
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
4. Would you kiss me?
5. ...with tongue?
6. Would you enjoy it?
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I'm hot?
16. Would you call me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19. Would you have sex with me?
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

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Tuesday, December 20th, 2005
1:20 am
So I'm looking for Dracula over in NYC. I have a few ideas of my own, but for shits and giggles I decided to ask the 'Sages' of the internet. Who knows? They might have something fucking useful to say. We'll see.

((IC in that it's related to LSNY, OOC in that he's asking as Nexus Deacon and any potential good ideas will just be used as his own IC))

current mood: curious

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Sunday, December 18th, 2005
2:00 am - LSNY - Blade and Another New Familiar (Parental Advisory: Explicit Content in the Replies)
(Relevent Recent Activity here and here.)

Okay. I'm an asshole, not a fucking lover. Maybe I can be considered a fighter, but unless it's Blade I usually don't like to get my hands dirty. It's much nicer to have disposable underlings to throw at the other riffraff. I figure, odds are one of the cocky little bastards'll get lucky and take out a hunter or two. At the very least, it gives the little shits something to feel important about. "Oh, I iced a dozen vamps, fuck me now because I am the MAN." Yeah, how about this genius, I knew you would. I'm just playing the odds some and primarily keeping you busy and away from me while I do what I've got to do elsewhere. That's what I love about the little hunters. They just aren't smart enough to get that.

Now Blade, he knows what's up. That's what makes him dangerous. He's alive. That really fucking makes my day. Of course, he caused another couple hundred thousand dollars in damages to one of my clubs, but that's what insurance is for. Scratch the right backs, make the mess look believable and terrorist-like, and I get a nice big fucking payday. Thing is, I knew it was him the moment I saw him sitting waiting for me in the club. Fuck the body size, the style, all that bullshit; the way I really knew it was him was that he was sitting there, waiting for me. The rest of the hunters, some part of that little treehouse brigade the Nightstalkers, run in, bust up the place, and scatter back to their holes. Not Blade. Only Blade has the balls to sit down and wait for me. He knew I was coming, wanted to see me face to fucking ski masked face. I was the one he revealed his little secret to and you want to know why? Because he's fucking scared of me. Deep down, I know he is. Just like deep down, he's the only one in all of New York that I'm scared of. But he respects me, just like I respect him. We're mortal enemies, Yin and fucking Yang, all that mystical shit. If I believed in it, and maybe I should since I've met the fucking Devil, he's the Messiah and I'm the goddamn AntiChrist. Said in the prophecies that La Magra would battle the Daywalker for all eternity, and I guess it was fucking right. So now we've met face to face, each of us knows the other still exists, and the battle is back on. We fought a little in the club, but the timing wasn't right for full all out battle between La Magra and the Daywalker. That was just the prologue. Besides, I had to get back to my place.

The explanation for that is where things get sticky. Blade I can handle, but this hot little piece of ass Leela...Jesus. I wanted to get home to her; I wanted to make sure she was all right. Now what the fuck is up with that? Even now I'm starting not to really get it. I understood then, but now..? Why would I give a shit about a cat burgler I wanted to kill at first? A woman I'm still not sure isn't a spy? Sure she's hot and all, but so are a hundred others. Okay, so she's much hotter than those others, and I'm not sure why that is, but it's not like that should make me have feelings for her. I don't give a shit about anybody. Why did I give a shit about her? What makes her so special? Fuck, she sleeps in my bed now, with me. I never kicked her out, but I really should soon. I've got another room she can use. She's not my lover, she's my head of security. Yet here I've been half obsessed with her for days. Only now am I starting to feel normal again.

And fuck it all, I really need some more of her blood. I need it. It was the best blood I've ever had. I hate that I need it, and I'm sure as hell not going to let her know I need it, but maybe I'll request some more of it. And if she refuses, I might go a little longer or maybe I'll just take it from her. Or both. Other blood is only average now; her blood is what I want. *his 'stomach' twinges in thirst* And I'm going to get it one way or another.

current mood: thirsty

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Monday, December 12th, 2005
1:45 am - New Familiar
((Recent Relevent Activity: here and here. Activity with the Devil(s) to be linked when it is concluded and commented on here by Deacon. ~FrostMun))

Things have been a bit more entertaining of late. First off, in a random stroke of being in the right place at the right time, I find out Blade's fucking dead from his widow. Or she might as well have been his damn widow the way she was choking up over him. Fuck, she had a rose. It was a scene right out of a movie. It's okay, though. She's mine now. I've got myself a shiney new familiar. I figured that since she's so involved with finding Blade's killer, I should keep tabs on her and know what she knows. Whoever killed him is going to have to answer to dear old dad. I waited ten whole fucking years pulling myself together to have a little father son bonding time and punish him for what he did to me. Fuck.

The thing is, I'm not sure what's going to happen with the whole familiar deal. I'm a god now, La Magra, and yet I still seem to work a lot like a vampire. Before I was connected to my familiars, but they mostly had free will. They could do what they wanted, but I'd know it and punish them if they pissed me off. Usually they were suckups because they wanted to get a pair of fangs one day. I've never turned an unwilling person into a familiar and I've never done it as a god. Do I have more control? Is it permenant? Or since she doesn't want it will she be able to get rid of it? Will she be charmed by me? I felt her intention to pollute her blood and told her not to. Shit, she really shouldn't need to as a familiar. She stopped, but was that out of fear or forced loyalty? I'm even more confused by her agreeing not to get rid of the mark when I jokingly told her she couldn't. So fucking passive. Was she just afraid of me or really meek? Goddammit. I wish I knew. I'm loving this La Magra shit, but the guide was only on how to become the Blood God. Not how to fucking be the Blood God.

Still, it's going to be fun. I wish I could fucking see her friends' faces when they get a load of that glyph. All of them so used to shooting anything vampire related on the spot. What the fuck are they going to do now? She's probably they're little protected friend and shit. Can they shoot her in cold blood? Especially since she's not even a fucking vampire (yet)? If only Blade could see it. Now that would be priceless.

I'm so going to fucking destroy his killer.

current mood: contemplative

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Thursday, July 21st, 2005
2:52 am
I can't believe I was out of the loop for ten fucking years. You'd think it'd be a little bit easier for a god to pull himself back together, but I guess not. What the fuck was in that syrum, anyway? I swear to god I'm going to find that bitch that made it, fuck her, and make her a goddamn vampire. Not one she can fucking cure with that pathetic little vaccine, either. She'll either be a vampire and fucking like it or I'll lock her in a little cell and shove little kids in for her to feed off of every now and then until she does.

Seriously, ten fucking years? There was some vampire plague that wiped 90% or more of us out? Blade's actually got friends? That's really fucking hilarious in and of itself right there. They've got a real little family business going on there. Oh well. I guess there's never been a better time for La Magra to be up and running. I'll bring the vampires back because we've gotta keep Blade in business, right? I don't even know how he's kept from getting bored all of this time. Maybe he's been out hunting dogs and being a fucking ghostbuster. Traded that sword of his for a plasma gun.

Oh well, at least I've started setting myself up again. My club being for the humans is just fucking embarrassing. They even took out the sprinkler system. That thing was my baby, and they just ripped it out. Somebody'll die for that. Oh wait, somebody already did. The thing about revenge is that it always feels like it's over too quickly and you're still fucking pissed.

On the bright side, one nice new power that comes with being the blood god is apparently the ability to instantly turn people. That'll help with the repopulation efforts.

current mood: pissed off

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Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
2:52 am - It's nice to be a god.
Fuck. I did it. I really fucking did it. I'm a fucking god. I'm La Magra. Jesus, this feels good. It's like..fuck..I can't even describe it. I'm unkillable. I crossed swords with Blade, which was fucking hilarious. Yeah, I might not be half bad with a sword, but that thing is his fucking life. The fight was really just for shits and giggles. I wanted to see what I could do, and damn can I do a lot. It's like he was moving in slow motion. I was a fucking cat and he was just a little mouse. Sure, in a fair fight, he probably would have won. Stupid fuck wanted to try to fight a god though. Granted, he was pretty clever with that fucked up syrum of his. Or Anti Syrum. Whatever the fuck it was. I've never exploded before, but I guess now I know how Dragonetti felt. The difference is, I came back together. You can't kill a god, Blade. Seriously man, I looked up to you. You're the fucking Daywalker. I thought you'd be smarter than that, big guy. It took me a while to pull myself back together after you left, but I can be patient when I have to. But don't worry, we'll get to fight again. Don't think I'll let you get away with causing a god that much pain. You may be my prodigal stepson, but sometimes you've just got to discipline your child for acting out. You know what I mean? I'll ram that syrum right up your daywalking ass.

(This is actually an idea I had to bring Deacon more in line with canon. I know I've railed against the movie death in RP, and that was fun, but this spontaneously occurred to me and seems really concievable, actually. Not to mention it'll eliminate the explaining how the movie death didn't happen, because now it did...it just wasn't really a death. If anyone wants the technicalities of his state now as I see it in my head, well, I'm thinking he may not be a technical omnipotent, omniprescent god per se, but on the mortal realm among vampires for all intents and purposes he probably is one since it's insanely hard (impossible?) to kill him and I'm thinking most of his power comes from having the souls of all of those purebreds in him. He may even have powers that he didn't get a chance to explore in the movie, I dunno. I'll explore those if they come up, but I don't want to mode or anything. Not that he's RPing anywhere but Sages at the moment, but he might. But anyway, the point is he's still himself, and the texts he was working from were probably metaphorical as many mythical texts like that are. I'm not certain if that is lame, and anyone who has an opinion on the subject is free to express it as I'm not even sure I want to keep this idea around. It's something to goof around with, at the moment.)

current mood: Triumphant

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